Angst and Death.

Santa Fe.

Crutchie walked down the street whistling, having sold his last paper and heading back to Jack's studio before he heard a weak meow. 

Stopping, Crutchie listened, he heard the weak mew again and walked over to a bush, putting his crutch against a wall and kneeling down, being mindful of his leg while he looked into the bush. 

Hidden among the leaves was a little kitten, no bigger than maybe one of Davey's hands, one of its legs sticking out at a weird angle, Crutchie could see its ribs and its green eyes where wide and looked in pain. 

"Hey lil bud" Crutchie said softly, reaching out and offering a hand to the kitten, "wha's wrong with ya leg bud?" 

The kitten mewed and licked Crutchie's hand, the poor thing trying to stand before it mewed in pain and laid down again, Crutchie frowned and looked at his crutch. 

"looks like we're tha same eh kitty?" 

A mew, Crutchie looked back at the kitten and picked it up ever so carefully, cradling it in his arms before putting it into his bag carefully, grabbing his crutch and standing up. 

The blond looked into his bag, "Ya alright there lil girl?" 

The kitten happily mewed, Crutchie smiled and started home. 

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The blond sat on his and Davey's bed, watching as the kitten, now with a cast on her leg, lapped up water from a little bowl he had found, Crutchie hummed. 

"You's is gonna need a name" 

The kitten continued to lap up water, Crutchie thought before he smiled brightly, 

"I knows! Hows about Santa Fe? I can calls ya Santa or Fe for short"

The kitten mewed and Crutchie smiled, "Santa Fe it is then!" 

The kitten looked up at Crutchie, almost like it was smiling before trotting over and hopping up onto the bed with the blond carefully, curling into Crutchie's good leg and closing her eyes, Crutchie smiling and laying back with Santa Fe, closing his eyes with the purring cat and falling fast asleep.